Sold my cold knot, a heavy stone Sold my red horse for a venture home To vanish on the bow Settling slow Fit it all, fit it in the doldrums Or so the story goes Color the era Film it as historical, ah My mile could not pump the plumb In my arbor till my ardor trumped Every inner inertia Lump sum All at once, rushing from the sump-pump Or so the story goes Balance we won't know We will see when it gets warm, ah
